Chapter 37: The Bow and Arrow Safari (Part II)

"Black Ironwood Shortbow!" Hearing Roy's words, Ivan and Grandet were stunned, and then reacted. The latest chapter of the Templar

Black ironwood is a kind of wood unique to this world.

Although it is easy to equate it with the Black Iron Tree from the name, in fact, this wood comes from a magic tree species called the Alchemy Tree.

The alchemy tree grows in the ice and snow at the height of the tens of thousands of meters of the Broken Heaven Mountain Range, and its growth is extremely slow. Only trees over the age of 1,000 are considered mature. Its wood is as hard as iron, but it has a special elastic tenacity, especially for magic, and is an excellent material for making bows and arrows and riding spears.

However, not every alchemy tree is exactly the same.

The wood of this tree is divided into three grades according to the height of the tree. The lowest is black ironwood. Even better than black ironwood is silver wood. And the most precious thing is the golden wood with a golden color all over the body. The price of the same volume of golden wood is thousands of times more than that of real gold, and there is not a single golden wood that cannot be found in ten thousand alchemy trees.

Because of its rarity and difficulty in harvesting, even black ironwood is not something that can be bought casually with money. Most of the alchemy tree resources have been monopolized by the emperor.

And for ordinary people, this weapon made of wood, although excellent, has not yet reached the point where it is indispensable. Rather than bothering to find Black Ironwood, it would be more economical to buy a knight's warbow. There is only one kind of person who has a soft spot for this kind of bow and arrow, even to the point of paranoia.

That is the genie that has a natural affinity for plants.

As long as they heard the number of Roy wanted, and then thought about the total number of this group of elven slaves, Ivan and the others could easily guess Roy's purpose. Obviously, he didn't buy these elves so that they could plant flowers and fruit trees together. Compared to holding farm tools, one hundred and twenty black ironwood short bows are more terrifying in the hands of these elves.

Elves are natural bow hunters. Even a six-year-old elf child can hit a hummingbird a hundred paces away with a bow and arrow with his eyes closed. Their natural agility, excellent running and bouncing abilities, and their affinity for plants make them more terrifying than any other monster in the jungle.

Grandet asked, "Young Master, are you trying to get these elves?"

"I'm going to form a hunting team of archers!' this will be the first full-scale armed force on our estate!" Roy nodded, walking to the window. "Net" Malt, Grandet and Ivan glanced at each other, and followed, watching the chaotic crowd downstairs together.

At this time, in the open space by the fountain downstairs, the people of the manor had already dispersed. Sixty-three human slaves have also been taken in to be freshened and housed. All that was left downstairs were sixty-nine ragged, emaciated elves who had just come out of the sealed carriage.

Weak and wolfish, the elves still retain the grace and poise that comes from their blood, history, and nature.

Some of them gathered around in twos and threes, talking in low voices, looking around from time to time, with a hint of dazedness and vigilance in their calm eyes, while others, in surprise, hugged Miki, shed tears, and touched each other's foreheads. Gently place your neck on the other person's shoulder.

Obviously, this is the clansman from the same village as Miki.

In this troubled world, being able to find your relatives and repeat it should be a happy scene anyway, but I don't know why, looking at the qiē in front of you, everyone's hearts are a little heavy.

"It wasn't long ago when I first came to Muni City and found Daddy Ken and the others. Roy was lying on the windowsill, his young, thin body pulling out a long shadow in the waning sun. ...,

Everyone looked at him.

Roy propped his chin in his hand, looked down intently, and said, "And a year and a half ago, I was just a small handyman in Borabel City. The biggest dream in this life is to become a knight. Riding a horse, wearing beautiful magic armor, he raised the sword of justice when facing the evil dragon, and shouted, Princess, I will save you..."

Flop, Grandet and Ivan both looked at each other with amusement.

This is not only Roy's ideal, almost no teenager who has heard the legend of knightly heroes has the same dream. Including Ivan, but also old Grandet.

Although it is ethereal and even a little ridiculous, such a dream is the purest and most undesecrated treasure in their hearts. The simplicity and happiness of childhood have faded with the passage of time and can never be recovered. But whenever they think of themselves holding a wooden stick and draping a sheet, incarnating as a righteous and heroic, and always extremely handsome knight, and driving a poor puppy who is regarded as an "evil dragon" to run around, the corners of their mouths always show a smile.

"Of course, that's all. Roy laughed as Grandet and Ivan laughed: "The real practical ideal is that after becoming a knight, you will have your own estate, have no worries about food and clothing, and live a peaceful life." If I am strong enough, I will occasionally go to a knight's joust, let the queen of the jousting field kiss me on the face, and then go home triumphantly with the victory prize and listening to the praise of the people. Show off to your wife and children and blow yourself into a legend......."

Roy's voice echoed through the room. Gradually, his laughter fell: "This is not only my dream, but also the dream of many people. He bowed his head, "including my best friend." ”

The room was so quiet that only a slight breathing could be heard. A gust of wind blew, stirring the flowers blooming on the windowsill, and in the manor where the sunset came, the angry cries of Oliver, who chased the horses around, the brisk hooves and neighing of the horses, the chatters and laughter of the servants and the peasants.

"But at that time, we never thought that not only could we not save the princess who was taken away by the evil dragon, but also could not protect our ideals and lives. Roy looked at the elves downstairs, "That's how they are, and so are we." In the presence of those enemies who suddenly appeared, we were just a flock of trembling sheep!"

In the room, it was quieter. Malt reached out and gently shook Roy's hand. She and Ivan both understand how difficult it is for ordinary people to realize their ideals and protect their lives in this world of the jungle. And this sudden war has turned this world into a hell that is ten times more cruel than before.

Whether it's the Bolabaels, or the elves. None of them will be unique. The same tragedy has happened countless times before, and it is happening now. Future...... How many people still have a future?

"From that moment on, I knew that we couldn't afford to make the same mistakes again if we wanted to survive in this world," Roy said, looking into the distance, the Green Tower Manor in the sunset, which was extremely beautiful, "I don't know when I'll meet enemies who want to destroy this place, but until then, I'll spare no effort to prepare." ”

In the eyes of everyone, the young man showed a mouthful of white teeth, as hideous as a demonic beast, "Even if the final outcome is death, I will bite a piece of meat off them!"

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When the elves obediently followed Sanjie to their lodgings, Malt and Grandet went downstairs together. Grandet was about to ask the elves for a doctor's examination, and Malt rushed to the horse farm in a frenzy, ready to catch the fat dog that was constantly chasing after the horse's buttocks. ..., the quiet time of the evening, all this guy ruined.

As he walked towards the racecourse, Malt saw several elves looking at him curiously. If you don't follow Sanjie, I'm afraid you'll have to come over to chat with you.

Malt was depressed for a while.

Although from the outside, she is no different from other elves, but as a dark elf, staying with a group of white guys in their mouths still makes Malt uncomfortable.

She knew that once the identity of the dark elves was discovered, the entire land of redemption would immediately set off a stormy wave.

At that time, I am afraid that the five major knights of the Holy See, including the Knights Templar and the Knights of the Zendo, the black-clad priests of the Inquisition, the royal families of the three empires, and even the old immortal named Nicholas on the Holy See Hill, will all pour out of the nest to have fun with Miss Malt and Roy's head.

That's not fun.

At that time, even if the big head pulls himself and leads Oliver to jump off the cliff again, it will be useless! The pursuer will kill all the monsters in the Warcraft Mountain Range, and rush into a desperate situation without hesitation, just to find them!

Gotta stay away from those whites!

Malt was thinking about how to avoid the other elves. However, since these elves are here, contact is inevitable. I can't hide from it!

Fool, idiot, stupid!!! That guy was so bad that he was so bad, and now he's going to flood the good guys again. What are you prepared for, 500,000 Jin Lulang, enough to hire a mercenary group! Hmph, I guessed it right, that guy must have seen Mi Qi beautiful

At the thought that her great cause of seducing Roy had not made much progress, and now that she was about to meet a fierce rival, Malt couldn't help but worry about how to compete for favor in the future. I knew that when I was at home before, I would learn a few more tricks from my sisters. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like now, awakened, and I don't know what to do

At the thought of awakening, Malt was startled, and her face was as red as coals.

Dark elves, as they grow, will undergo a change. This change is called awakening. This is a sign of the physical maturity of the Dark Elves, and it is also a special talent advancement. After awakening, the dark elves will accelerate their growth physically, and psychologically, they will have extremely strong curiosity and needs for certain things.

In fact, this change is not only present in the dark elves, but also in other elves. It's just that the white guys are the teachings and some means of calming down the temple of Guò, while the dark elves are doing the opposite, using the opposite teachings and means to promote and provoke the most primitive instincts.

Malt awakened.

On the day she arrived in Muni City, when she saw Roy upstairs in a small rented building in the city, a mysterious force instantly attacked her, making her whole person completely out of control. And from that day on, seducing Roy was no longer just a joke on the lips. And become an evil obsession that cannot be expelled.

Damn, Malt was a little angry, desperately scolding Roy in her heart. When she walked to the edge of the racecourse, the eldest lady crossed her waist and was about to scold Oliver, when suddenly, a thought crossed her mind.

Slave girl!

In that Miki's eyes, am I not Roy's slave girl?

The slave girl has been trained, well, it was trained by the master himself. Leather whips, candles, rope malt, and gleaming eyes. Wouldn't it be natural for a trained elf to live with his master, and to be a little more frivolous and debauched, and to make it difficult for those whites to accept!

Thinking of this, Mai'er suddenly smiled and was festive. Seeing that Oliver's eyes were also murderous, he beckoned to the fat dog in a gentle tone: "Oliver, come here! That mare is too tall for you!"

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